Something expensive and idiotic came over me recently and convinced me to indulge in a pair of high heels. It also convinced me, that these heels ought to be expensive and gravity defying. Because expensive apparently means comfortable and gravity defying means sexy.
The thing obviously forgot to tell me that comfortable and sexy cannot be managed in the same sentence (or same shoe). They just don't get along.
But convinced as I was, I walked in to Aldo and picked out a classic pair...in Black..a colour that every Indian imagines, "will-go-with-everything". The heels were high and pointy enough to pierce a man's heart (and not in a pretty way). The shop keeper smiled sweetly and added some sort of sole that apparently comforts your feet. Needless to say, the sole was expensive as well.
Not being one to complain loudly, but blog about it instead. I picked up the pair and managed to convince myself that i was thrilled to bits. Which to be completely honest, at that time i was.
Last night my heels got their first outing. And nothing and no one, has pinched me harder than these shoes. Not even my Hindi teacher in the fourth standard. (And she was chucked out for violence)
The shoes have now convinced me that if i fancy elevation in the future..i will simply stand on the nearest foot stool.